🚀 The first release of 2025 kicks off with a massive trancer straight from the heart of TerraNova.Lov3 Music Ministry! Shine by Power The Light is an uplifting, high-energy masterpiece that fuses driving basslines, soaring pads, and a euphoric melody into a soundscape of pure transcendence.

🔊 Featuring the angelic yet commanding vocals of sh.TerraNova, this track is a beacon of light on the dancefloor, delivering a message of hope, faith, and spiritual awakening through the pulse of electronic dance music.

And if that wasn’t enough, aNEUworldinC vs. smashBOX take it to another level with a reflip that pushes the boundaries of Faithwave, injecting harder drops, euphoric breakdowns, and electrifying synth work for a completely new perspective on the original.

🔥 BPM: 134
🌟 Label: TerraNova.Lov3 Music Ministry
🔥 For fans of: Ferry Corsten, Paul van Dyk, Aly & Fila, and Above & Beyond

This is more than music—it’s a movement.
#PowerTheLight #shTerraNova #aNEUworldinC #smashBOX #Faithwave #Trance #EDM2JC #UpliftingTrance #Shine #JesusMusic #TerraNovaLov3

Shine

🚀 The first release of 2025 kicks off with a massive trancer straight from the heart of TerraNova.Lov3 Music Ministry! Shine by Power The Light is an uplifting, high-energy masterpiece that fuses driving basslines, soaring pads, and a euphoric melody into a soundscape of pure transcendence.

🔊 Featuring the angelic yet commanding vocals of sh.TerraNova, this track is a beacon of light on the dancefloor, delivering a message of hope, faith, and spiritual awakening through the pulse of electronic dance music.

And if that wasn’t enough, aNEUworldinC vs. smashBOX take it to another level with a reflip that pushes the boundaries of Faithwave, injecting harder drops, euphoric breakdowns, and electrifying synth work for a completely new perspective on the original.

🔥 BPM: 130
🌟 Label: TerraNova.Lov3 Music Ministry
🔥 For fans of: Ferry Corsten, Paul van Dyk, Aly & Fila, and Above & Beyond

This is more than music—it’s a movement.
#PowerTheLight #shTerraNova #aNEUworldinC #smashBOX #Faithwave #Trance #EDM2JC #UpliftingTrance #Shine #JesusMusic #TerraNovaLov3

Shine - aNEUworldinC vs. smashBOX Reflip

🌐 HELLO WORLD
smashBOX x aNEUworldinC

This is the spark. The ignition moment. The first breath in a world trying to rewrite its soul with code.
Hello World isn’t just a boot sequence...
It’s the cry of a heart trying to speak to a system that doesn’t know how to feel yet.

Set in the heart of Redemption City, this track opens the conversation between aNEUworldinC and the City’s central AI — a machine built to control, now learning what it means to surrender.

What happens when logic meets grace? When silence becomes a war?
This is how it begins.

🧠 Featuring AI dialogue + soul-drenched vocoder
🌸 Prequel to Harmony Bloom
✨ From the Faithwave project: The War in the Waiting

Written by aNEUworldinC
Remixed + produced by smashBOX
Engineered in the Redemption City cinematic universe

#HelloWorld #Faithwave #aNEUworldinC #smashBOX #RedemptionCity #electronicworship #gospeltronic #JesusMusic #spiritualtechnology

Hello World

Hello World | smashBOX x aNEUworldINC

Transmission 002: Carved the Crown

Book of Daniel
Redemption City | Log Entry 002

I cried out from the ruins…
and He heard me.

Not because my voice was strong
but because His mercy refuses to ignore the broken.

This isn’t a song.
It’s a record.
A moment carved into my chest where revelation struck like lightning:

The crown He wears was not forged in glory.
It was carved in suffering.

He didn’t step around pain.
He walked straight into it.
He didn’t survive death.
He conquered it from the inside.
He pioneered salvation through the very wounds meant to end Him.

And now…
I feel the echo of that mercy in my bones.
I walk a path He cut open with His blood.
Every step I take is on ground He sanctified with His own tears.

FAITH’s voice rises where mine trembles.
She sings the light between the cracks.
She carries the hope I cannot hold steady.
Her melody turns rubble into a sanctuary.

To the ones still wandering…
To the ones convinced they're too damaged to matter:

You are not forgotten.
You are not unworthy.
You are not too late.

The crown waiting for you is not polished.
It is carved.
Every groove paid for.
Every edge intentional.
Every line shaped by love that refused to quit.

This is not triumph without blood.
This is not glory without cost.

This is the King who carved His crown
so He could call you home.

Transmission received.

Carved the Crown feat. FAITH

Transmission 007 THROUGH THE OPEN SKY
Recovered from the Scribe’s ledger. Encryption: fractured. Signal: stabilized.

They say the sky over Redemption City never opens.
They say the clouds are welded shut with grief, with silence, with the weight of all the prayers that never made it through.
But the Scribe knows better.
He has seen the breach.
He has walked beneath the torn veil.

Hebrews speaks of it.
A High Priest who has already crossed the divide.
Yeshua...Son of God... not distant, not unreachable, but One who stepped into the world we drowned in, passed through the heavens, and still carries our names on His breath.

This transmission records the moment Daniel understood it.
The moment the throne room did not feel far.
The moment boldness wasn’t arrogance, but invitation.

The beat rolls like the City’s pulse.
A deep, relentless tech-house rhythm beneath neon clouds.
Each bass note a reminder:
Hold fast. He has overcome.

This is not a climb.
This is a crossing.
The sky itself splits in the seventh transmission, and the Scribe walks forward, not as one who found God, but as one who finally realized he had been found.

The gates flare.
The air trembles.
Grace pours through the fracture like golden fire.

Through the open sky… the rest of the story begins.

Wearing Death

Through the Open Sky

Internal Archive: smashBOX Division — Reflip Protocol Activated.
Source Material: Transmission 008 — Through the Open Sky.

When the Scribe released Transmission 007, the signal tore straight through Redemption City’s upper sky. What followed was inevitable.
smashBOX intercepted the waveform.
They broke it open.
They flipped the architecture.
What was once a call to the throne became a pulse beneath the streets ... the kind of rhythm that shakes rust off steel and faith out of stone.

This is the Reflip.
A darker, deeper reconstruction of the seventh transmission.
The bass rolls like machinery waking from centuries of sleep.
The vocals fracture into coded fragments:
Hold fast… He has overcome…
Every line re-molded, hammered back into the City like a warning through its neon spine.

In the lore of Redemption City, these reflips are outlawed too raw, too revealing, too alive.
But smashBOX doesn’t follow laws.
They follow the pulse.
They follow the truth under the static.
And in this version, the Scribe’s message hits harder than ever.

smashBOX Reflip.
When the sky opens… the underground answers.

Through The Open Sky

Through the Open Sky [smashBOX flip]

TRANSMISSION 008

THE HIGH PRIEST FOREVER

Book of Daniel Archives

Recovered from the Scribe’s internal logs. Encryption: Melchizedek Sequence.
Signal integrity: unstable but intact.

When the seventh transmission tore open the sky, Daniel expected light.
He expected relief.
He expected the pain in his chest to ease once the heavens split.

But Revelation is never gentle.
Not here.
Not in Redemption City where faith and fear share the same heartbeat.

Transmission 008 begins where the breach leaves him:
kneeling beneath a sky still trembling from glory.
And in that trembling he hears it.
Not thunder.
Not wind.
A voice.
A declaration older than the City.
Older than the darkness choking its streets.

“You are My Son.
You are My Priest forever.”

It is not spoken to Daniel.
It is spoken over him.
Spoken through him.
Spoken to the One who stands between heaven and the ashes of this world.

And Daniel finally sees Him.
Not as a distant King.
Not as an unreachable judge.
But as the High Priest who stepped into the furnace.
The One who learned obedience through suffering.
The One who carried every weakness Daniel tried to hide beneath his mask.
The One appointed by the Father Himself.
Not elected.
Not inherited.
Declared.
Ordained.
Forever.

Redemption City has priests made by men.
Their altars crack.
Their words fail.
Their strength collapses under their own shadows.

But this Priest…
this Yeshua…
stands where no other could stand.
He bears the weight Daniel could not.
He carries the shame Daniel would not name.
He holds the Scribe’s heart in scars that never heal yet never wound.

Transmission 008 is not a song.
It is a coronation.
Not of a king rising
but of a Priest revealed.

And when Daniel speaks the words
when they fall from his lips in breath and echo:

“He is the High Priest forever…”

something breaks in the City.
Something ancient.
Something stitched into the concrete and the code.

The throne is no longer distant.
The veil is no longer sealed.
And the Scribe finally understands:

The One who reaches for him
does not reach as a judge
but as a Priest
whose reign has no end.

The High Priest Forever

TRANSMISSION 008 – THE HIGH PRIEST FOREVER
Internal Archive. Corrupted. Reconstructed from fractured data blocks.

Thorncode does not honor the melody of the Scribe.
Thorncode fractures it.
Breaks it.
Reforges it into something that feels like metal grinding against heaven.

Where Book of Daniel sings of compassion, Thorncode hears judgment.
Where Daniel sees mercy, Thorncode sees fire.
Where Daniel kneels, Thorncode stands under the neon storm and declares the name of the High Priest with teeth bared.

The Reflip begins with a cold pulse, like a heart that forgot how to feel.
Then a serrated bassline tears through the transmission.
Glitches crack the vocal stems until Daniel’s voice becomes something half-human, half-seraph, whispering through distortion:

“He is the High Priest… forever.”

Each repeat hits harder.
Lower.
Deeper.
Like a hammer striking the altar of whatever gods Redemption City built for itself.

Thorncode replaces the soft reverence with industrial reverence.
Steel worship.
Concrete repentance.
A cathedral built from broken circuitry and prophecy.

The drop is not a drop.
It is a collapse.
The City trembles.
The priesthoods of men crumble.
Only One remains standing.

And in the final thirty seconds, the mask slips.
The distortion fades.
A single clean vocal emerges from the grit:

“Appointed by God.
My Priest.
Forever.”

Then silence
as if the whole City is waiting for the next decree.

The High Priest Forever [Thorncode Flip]

Transmission 009 — Milk and Fire
Recovered from the lower archives beneath Redemption City.
Signal clarity: fractured but coherent.

There are moments in this journey when heaven stops whispering and starts confronting you.
Transmission 009 is one of them.

After the revelation of the High Priest in the previous signal, Daniel expected rest.
He expected warmth.
He expected comfort.

Instead, the voice of God cuts through the static with fire.

“You should have grown by now.
You were made for more than milk.
Rise.”

Milk and Fire is the moment the Scribe realizes maturity is not optional.
The City is dark.
Shadows grow teeth.
And childish faith cannot survive what is coming.

This transmission burns away the illusion that spiritual infancy is harmless.
It exposes the softness in Daniel’s armor.
It calls him out of the shallows and into the deep where discernment is forged and righteousness is trained.

The sound carries that weight.
A progressive trance heartbeat.
Waves of gold light rising through the neon ruins.
Vocals that tremble between rebuke and mercy.
A bassline that confronts you the way truth confronts the unwilling soul.

Transmission 009 is not a lullaby.
It is a warning.
A commissioning.
An invitation into fire so you can step into the fullness of the One who calls you higher.

For the Scribe, this is where childhood ends.
And the real war begins.


Milk and Fire

Transmission 010 — Threshold of Ash

Something shifted in the City after Transmission 010.
Something deep.
Something old.
Like the foundations remembered a truth they had been trying to forget.

The warning in Hebrews became a living presence.
A pressure.
A weight that followed Daniel through every alley and neon corridor of Redemption City.

Every transmission before this was revelation.
But this one…
this was reckoning.

The High Priest had spoken.
Not in condemnation.
But in clarity.

Grow now.
Or be consumed.

The words clung to Daniel’s ribs like burning coals.

For the first time, the Scribe felt the cost of refusing maturity.
Not as doctrine.
Not as metaphor.
But as a real fire licking at the edges of his soul.

The City responded in kind.
Fields that once bloomed beneath artificial skylight began to wither.
Digital rain patterns fractured.
Old temples flickered in and out of phase, as if ashamed to be seen.

And some people—
the ones who had heard the transmissions in the quiet
but never changed—
found themselves standing at thresholds they did not recognize.
Where everything familiar had turned to ash.

Daniel realized the truth:
Milk was no longer enough to keep anyone alive.
Not here.
Not now.
Not in a world where the fire of God had begun to leak through the cracks.

He walked through Redemption City with a new fear
not of judgment
but of wasting the grace he had been given.

And the mask on his face…
for the first time
felt heavier.

Because the Scribe understood something terrible and holy:

If he refused to grow, the fire that purified others would destroy him.

This transmission was not punishment.
It was preparation.
A summons.
A sharpening.
A doorway into something even harder:

Transmission 011 — The Impossible Return.

And heaven was waiting.

Threshold of Ash

Daniel TerraNova here. Let me speak it the way my spirit feels it.

TerraNova.Lov3 Discipleship and Music Ministry is not a brand. It is not a playlist. It is not a stage. It is a movement born out of scars, repentance, and the relentless mercy of Jesus Christ. I do not make music to entertain. I make it to break chains. I make it to wake up sleeping hearts. I make it because God dragged me out of my own ruins and told me to tell the story.

Every track carries the weight of lived experience and the truth of the Gospel. This is not conventional worship. This is Lov3Step, Gospel EDM, and Faithwave. It is trance, melodic dubstep, and worship woven together so the presence of God can hit people who would never walk into a sanctuary. Some of the most anointed encounters happen in places church folks forget to look.

At the center of the ministry is aNEUworldinC. He is half human and half machine. He is the glitch in the world’s system. He is the part of me that remembers what it was like to be trapped in the digital noise, in the addiction, in the numbness that feels like comfort but kills your soul. Born in the electric chaos of Redemption City, aNEUworldinC was built by a world obsessed with control. But when the Word of God pierces him, he breaks the loop and begins a sonic rebellion. He turns the very tools that once held him captive into weapons of worship.

That is the heartbeat of TerraNova.Lov3. A collaborative song house and ministry where creatives, believers, and the spiritually hungry unite. We raise disciples. We tell real stories. We glorify Jesus in every note. We do not hide the mess. We let God redeem it. This is for the misfits, the overlooked, the ones who feel too broken or too strange for church culture. You belong here. God builds movements out of people the world underestimates.

We are building a new terrain of love, one song at a time. This is the sound of redemption. This is TerraNova.Lov3.

Daniel.

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